I couldn't sleep last night. How can ten-year-olds stand the pressure? I'm fifteen and the mere thought of heading out on my own makes me break out in a cold sweat. Not that I wasn't excited, of course. But money! Food! Responsibility! It's enough to strike cold fear into the heart of this sheltered young man.
I nearly fell asleep over my breakfast. Mom said I was like a little kid on Christmas Eve. Ouch. Granted, I wanted to head off right away, but since it was eight in the morning my common sense won out in the end, and I headed back to my room, where I sat restlessly and got my ass royally kicked on Tatsunoko VS Capcom. To this day, I still feel guilty playing as Chun-Li.
At about nine-thirty, Cheren came over and refused to go on multi-player with me, then Bianca showed up and before I knew it I'd lost control of both wii-motes and was watching the almighty Ryu getting beaten to a pulp by a small girl with a broomstick. I didn't mind too much I was hoping Wh